Conrad Sewell, Start Again

Home time, I'm getting ready for a long night They say you never miss it 'til it's gone Well you're gone and I wish I'd done it better Mostly I miss having you close to me The only one who really ever knows me And I'm sorry, I promise I'll do better, better There's a hole in the middle of my heart again Can we start again, can we start again There's a hole in the middle and it never mends It never mends, can we start again Some nights, I kid myself I treated you right Lying to myself, I didn't know If I'm honest, I could've done it better You said we had it pretty much perfect And then you told me that you loved me But you're sorry, you needed something better, better There's a hole in the middle of my heart again Can we start again, can we start again There's a hole in the middle and it never mends It never mends, can we start again So I guess I'm gonna let you go But you get to keep a little bit of my soul So I guess I'm gonna write you out But I don't think I can do it to me right now Let's pretend that time heals all There's a hole in the middle of my heart again Can we start again, can we start again There's a hole in the middle and it never mends It never mends But I've gotta try to start again

Demi Lovato - Catch Me / Don't Forget (An Intimate Performance)

on repeat .

如果我变成回忆 - Tanks

好怕一放心睡了
心跳在梦中 不听话的 

就停止了

Passenger 'I Hate' Live from The Borderline, London (Short Version)

"I Hate"

I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes
And explaining where people belong
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs
And talk through every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
And explaining where your going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
And feel free to sing along



Well I hate pointless status updates on Facebook
FYI we were never "m8"s
We pretend to be friends on the internet
When in real life, we have nothing to say
To each other, oh brother I have love for my mother
For good times, for music and my mates
Yeah I laugh, and live and I have love to give
But sometimes all you can do is hate


Well I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas
They only eat pizza and chips
I hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your lungs are his
And I hate queuing up, for festival toilets
Especially when you need to shit
And I hate the X-Factor, for murdering music
You bunch of money grubbing pricks



And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens
That make ten year old's race to grow up
Hey kids, let's all be anorexic or better
Eat chocolate until you throw up
Keep your Hollywood stars, and their stupid cars
And the Bo-tox, that makes them look fucked
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's face
It looks like it's been hit by a truck

Brian Puspos